140. Lord of the harvest! Thee we hail

1 Lord of the harvest! Thee we hail!
Thine ancient promise doth not fail;
The varying seasons haste their round;
With goodness all our years are crowned;
Our thanks we pay, this festal day,
O let our hearts in tune be found.

2 Lord of the harvest! all is Thine:
The rains that fall, the suns that shine,
The seed once hidden in the ground,
The skill that makes our fruits abound:
New every year Thy gifts appear;
New praises from our lips shall sound.

3 Immortal honor, endless fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's name;
Like honor to th' Incarnate Son,
Who for lost man redemption won,
And equal praise we thankful raise
To Thee, blest Spirit! with them One.

Text Information
First Line: Lord of the harvest! Thee we hail
Language: English
Publication Date: 1880
Topic: The Church Year: Harvest
Notes: Author from Index: J.H. Gurney
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